One Who Scribe

He became the love he never received . She was lying on the bed at 4 in the morning. That's when the alarm goes off, her boyfriend turns it off and after 5 minutes it goes off again, and her boyfriend turns it off again. Days pass, and the same thing happens every day, she tells him every day to turn it off. On 14th February 2019, she got a letter, "You kept on asking me why I set two alarms in the morning, that because I know that I am here only for a few days and those 5 minutes in the morning are very precious to me as I know that you are very busy whole day so I took those 5 minutes in the morning to hug you so that I can stay with you more, so I that I can keep you a little more, as I can't remember in my childhood someone hold me to hug and I don't want that to happen to you, Take Care." Another call in the evening of 14th February came and there was nothing but silence.

The story is about to end, you are my last love . I still remember the last time she left the house, I was consoling her, she was crying, she knows that I was doing it on purpose but didn't asked me the reason. That was her thing, she never asked me the reason why I'm doing such things because she knows that I had reasons for doing it, then she came close to me and slowly hugged me and listen to my heartbeat, it was very fast but when she hugged me tightly it seems like the moment had stopped. And in this moment it was only me and her and the sound of the clock. She was holding her tears, and slowly I put my fingers beneath her chin and pull up her face and for the last time kiss her on the forehead, then she left. The house was still smelling with her perfume and then I saw our bed where she was lying on it with his turtle with her favourite blue "Calvin Klein" pushup bra with white border and her damaged baggy jeans, but now it was just me and her turtle, and then e...

The last page of the diary turned and the man starts writing, "how foolish we humans are that, we fall for the things that we know won't be possible for us, just like a dead soldier's wife waiting for her husband's letter, just like a son is longing for his dead father to come by one day. But these are the things which keeps one alive which we call 'hope,' which makes a dead person alive for others, and isn't it beautifully foolish how a thing which cannot be happen makes one alive in a different manner, for instance, I'm on my deathbed, falling in love with life .

Ash was flying, the fire was growing, and the siren was blaring when a man discovered a slightly damaged laptop on the table. There was a sole tab opened that was Gmail and there was a draft message in it which says, "Hi, I know we haven't talk and see each other in a while, but I still remember your eyes, your little smirk when someone makes you irritated and that's why I miss you. Somedays I don't miss you for a single second and some nights I can't sleep without holding your pinkie finger but still I remember you every second I breath and that's why I miss you. Sometimes I want to kiss you, but not just your soft lips but every scar of yours which you've got from your childhood because I know they are more sensitive then your lips and I want to protect them all and that's why I miss you. And I wish I wouldn't done such things so that I wasn't missing you and you'll be sitting right here on my lap hugging me after your hectic day. And how ...

 The girl wanted a ring, but her boyfriend gave her a teddy bear instead of a ring. The girl got angry and threw the teddy bear on the road, the guy wanted to pick up the bear, but a car appears out of nowhere and knocks him to death, at his funeral the girl hugged the bear and a voice rang out. "Will you marry me?" And there was a ring inside the bear.

The wall of the room was empty, the bed was spacious, the only thing was there was the wrinkle on the bed . Then I just calmly settle myself on the bed and when I put my head on his pillow I just got to another zone. I had share many moments with him but the first moment I got to explore was  when he brought me my first cycle. I was very excited and I was just waiting for it, and then he come with an orange cycle. That time I wanted to say him thank you, but I got shortage of words. The next moment I got to explore was the day when I win my first dance trophy. I finish my performance, everyone was clapping but after the clapping there was one man who was continuously whistling that was him, because he always teach me new dance forms and that day I fulfill his small dream. That time I wanted to say thank you to him, but I got shortage of words. The next moment I got to explore was the day when he got admitted in the hospital. I immediately ran to him but when I come close to him he ...